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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indiana Jones is wearing a pair of beige cargo pants and some other gear that's a bit more typical for his image. An un-clompy entrance leads the rugged explorer down the stairs and over to the bar, where he settles onto a vacant stool with a Scotch.

Nothing too noteworthy tonight except that the plethora of pockets on said pants seem to be the cause of some fascination.

[NC-17: Brief sexual content]

(no subject)

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel limps into the bar, looking roughed-up. When he realizes he's at Milliways, he sighs and heads straight for the bar, requesting a bottle of Everclear and an ice pack. The ice pack goes into his lap the second he's sitting down. This cannot be a good sign.

(no subject)

[forbiddensailor.livejournal.com]

Dark purple shirt, black skirt, grey leggings. A preferable color combination.

Hotaru descends, favoring her right arm slightly. She looks around for anyone she knows.

She doesn't spot Arithon immediately, so she picks an isolated booth, but with a fairly non-melancholy expression.

At first, she just sits, not doing anything. Then, she calls over a wait-rat (they are still in the bar...) and orders white miso soup and salad.


It arrives, and she sips at the soup delicately. But, before the rat departs, she orders a third item.

Strawberry Boba Tea??

The Continuing Irony of Steven Hyde

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

The front door opens and half a Hyde appears - dressed in jeans, his plaid jacket, and a black Bruce Lee ringer that is certainly superfly. The other half of him is still in the Point Place on the other side of the door, and he's holding onto the handle as he shouts something back into that other reality -

"I'M LEAVING, EDNA! PUT A FUCKING SOCK IN IT!"

He slams the door behind him, shaking his head and muttering "Christ!" That's when he looks up and sees where he is.

It produces only mild confusion before he shrugs it off, clomping over to the bar and ordering up one of Satan's Cherry Pops.

(no subject)

[girl-of-gray.livejournal.com]

Chiana comes downstairs from wandering in the halls above.

She's hungry and goes to the bar for a quick order of fried paradoxes.

(no subject)

[lorelai-rory.livejournal.com]

Rory walks into the bar, looking a little tired but glad.

Classes were back in and they were going decently so far.

Now if there was someone here who would buy her a sorely needed drink.

MOD POST

[aj_crawley]

TEST POST, so everyone can check whether Milliways is showing up on their flists.

(no subject)

[menollyofpern.livejournal.com]

Menolly walks into the bar, alone. It's her first time here and she's a bit nervous.

Walking to a secluded booth, she takes her gitar from over her shoulder and begins softly strumming, hoping that it's soft enough not to disturb anyone.

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*Aziraphael turns over in his sleep. He's really not a patch on Crowley when it comes to lasting power, but for the moment he's really quite comfortable*

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

*the door to the bar creaks open, then slams back on its hinges as the wind forces it open. It deposits a windswept demon in the bar, who closes the door, and staggers over to his usual table. He looks around for a minute, frowning slightly, before spotting a familiar pair of feet jutting out of a secluded booth. He rolls his eyes, and wanders over*

(no subject)

[lorelaivictoria.livejournal.com]

Lorelai. Bar. Martini.

Add a few filler words and you've got yourself an entry post.

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

OoM. At least partially.

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[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

[OOM: This is where Val and Helen were yesterday. Please ignore date on post.]

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard steps behind the bar and ties on his apron.

"What'l it be?"

(no subject)

[jcrichton.livejournal.com]

Crichton enters the bar from upstairs.

Short n' sweet.

(no subject)

[nomorethesource.livejournal.com]

In the doorway of Milliways, a flame erupts. Through the orange flames the image of a man can be seen. Then his voice can be heard, a throaty roar of unquenchable pain. And then the flames die and Cole Turner is left standing alone. In his last few moments of consciousness, he takes a weary look around.

"This isn't Hell!?"

And then he falls.

Esk is back.

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

She scans the bar for anyone who might look interesting or knowledgable, orders a drink and sits down because she has no idea how to initiate a conversation. She opens the book she brought with her and starts to read, keeping at least one eye on the rest of the bar.

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti comes downstairs and sits in his usual chair by the fire, with his usual coffee pot and mug. And his usual book.

He reads about the cunningness of dragon.

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Breakfast was well under way - bacon sizzling, porridge glooping and mounds or toast, croissants, pain au chocolat and all the other things worth getting up for were awaiting the attention of the customers. Gil, ready for his own breakfast, sat at the table and flipped through the pages of his recipe book. He was toying with the idea of cooking goose and prunes but felt that perhaps the customers weren't yet ready for it.

He sighed happily and reached for his coffee and wondered what to do. Mornings were fun.

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[i_vanquish_evil]

Van Helsing makes his way down into the bar, back in his usual clothes. He's not really paying attention to whether or not Beowulf is at his heels or not. (The dog is there though.) And he makes his way over to the bar and has a seat.

(no subject)

[findus-cat.livejournal.com]

There is a little red cat with a small silly green hat playing by the lake, never guessing it's no longer the lake in Sweden where the old man he lives with is fishing on the ice.

He sees the strange little furry creature in the lake he thinks is his lake at home and goes to talk to it.

(no subject)

[drama-coach.livejournal.com]

Dianne goes up to the bar and asks for paper and pen. Upon receiving them, she scribbles out a note.

( Letter for Shaun )

When she's done, she asks tentatively, "Bar? Can you get this note to Shaun if he comes in, please?" The letter disappears, and Dianne blinks. ". . . oh. All right, then. Thank you."

She then takes a seat and leans back comfortably against the bar, just watching. She's always liked people-watching anyway, and it's infinitely more interesting here.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_lady_death/]

She floats in the front door. Most of the Horde of Demonic Bunnies stay home, eating one of Lucifer's allies. Only Squishy trails after Lady Death tonight. She lands and walks to the counter and orders a glass of wine. She levitates Squishy up into her arms and she pets him while looking around at the others here.

(no subject)

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

And lo, an alien came down the stairs, grabbing a tray and preparing to bring good tidings of great food to the patrons of the bar.

(no subject)

[sexyblacktruck.livejournal.com]

Beast pushed open the door to the bar and slipped inside, looking around.

He was a big man, 6'5" tall, and muscular; built as though to withstand anything he took on, or took him on. He had brown eyes and hair, and a very scruffy, cowboy feel about him. He moved with confidence, his steps sure-footed. The way he moved wasn't quite human; it was slightly predatory, a little animalistic. Though in spite of the obvious 'don't screw with me' air, he wore an easy expression and seemed reasonably approachable.

He sat down at the bar and ordered an MGD, then sat back and looked around at the bar patrons, taking them in with the keen interest of a crime-fighting AI.

(no subject)

[callmefelicia.livejournal.com]

Adam bounces down the steps from the guest rooms and into the main bar.

(no subject)

[lorelai-rory.livejournal.com]

Rory comes in to Milliway's, glad that it is a long weekend and that she can stay for a bit longer today than she would have been able to.

She spots Isabel and waves, sitting down at the bar.

As she does so, a cup of coffee appears in front of her.

" Thanks, Bar you're too good to me. "

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy wanders downstairs with a slight awkwardness in his usually casual gait. He seems to be trying to keep his thighs from touching each other for some reason.

Despite his apparent discomfort, the rugged adventurer seems rather chipper, and he grins happily when he notices an old friend at the bar with something that could very well be the end product of a certain Christmas present Indy had given him. And there are nuts.

He walks over as quickly as he is able and joins the little man.

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

The front door opens and a fair haired young man stumbles into the bar as if he's just been shoved through. There is really nothing remarkable about his appearance except that he's dressed in the full uniform of a Lieutenant of His Majesty's Royal Navy circa 1801, complete from bicorn to side arm.

He rights himself with an attempt at dignity and takes in his surroundings. He is, needless to say, a bit startled at his present surroundings, and hoping that no one has spotted him, he turns and tries the door and finds it locked. He tries again with no more luck than the first time and swears, quietly under his breath. Resolving to make the best of the situation, he removes his silly hat (he had never liked the new ones anyway) and proceeds to the bar.

"Um, I'll have a rum if you please," He announces to no one in particular, "No, belay that. I'll have a glass of your finest scotch please. Make it a double." He has apparently decided that the best way to deal with being trapped in a strange place with a fully stocked bar, is to get rip-roaringly drunk.

(no subject)

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David enters the bar for the first time in days.

He carries a book and a cup of coffee, bearing the caption, "Kiss the Librarian."

He settles himself into a couch at the fire, and begins to read.

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[http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/]

Enter Smeagol. He orders a pint of beer and some bread and cheese from the bar, which adjusts George Weasley's tab accordingly. Smeagol sits down in a booth and makes short work of the food in proper hobbit-fashion, then pulls out his pipe and commences to smoke. He looks vaguely uncomfortable, which isn't that unusual, and glances underneath the table. It's invitingly more similar to a hobbit-hole than his room, and he slides experimentally underneath.

Actually, that's much better. He resumes smoking, looking slightly less jumpy.

The mun has had a long week and has gone to bed.

(no subject)

[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny toddles in. "Dahba."

The bar, in turn, supplies her with a stick to chew on. "Da."

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

Enter the Master of Shadows, from the House of Arch, at a dead run.

His cloak is awkwardly gathered under his left arm, held in place with his elbow, while he tugs on the laces of his right sleeve with left hand and teeth. His vest is unlaced, and as he springs through the painting he loses one of the gloves tucked into his belt. Rather than stopping to pick it up, however, he simply puts on a burst of speed and continues toward the lakeside door.

Enter, next, a small figure in anti-light armor, so dark it seems to suck the light in and hold it captive, waving a sword proportionate to its side made of the same disquieting material. The light, high, voice is happily mauling something which sounds rather like 'Sky ryon cad rim', and is pelting after Arithon with single-minded intent.

In return, Arithon calls back (slightly muffled due to leather laces in his mouth),

"Alath ankshed, dhavi e'nastir! Khadrim i'on skyshia nastir!"*



*("Know pain, little warrior! The fate of dragons is to pierce through warriors!")

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[pirate_jack]

*It's been a while.

Jack Sparrow -- that's Captain Jack Sparrow -- strolls in, grinning wickedly, and heads straight for the bar.*

Rum, luv, if you'd be so kind.

*A bottle and a glass appear instantly, and Jack pats the bar approvingly.*

You're a treasure and no mistake, luv. A treasure indeed.

(no subject)

[anya-after.livejournal.com]

Anya's been down in the bar for awhile.

She sits at the bar, working on a beer.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

*Tom hurries into the bar. He's heard the Baby Kidnapping Alarm charm activate in his study. He scans the bar, worried and pale, and then he sees Sunny. He runs to her.*

(no subject)

[-nicehat.livejournal.com]

The door bursts open and you can hear the sound of swords clashing, crockery breaking and shrill screaming--and in dashes Will Turner, again with sword drawn.

He puts it away at once and whirls when the door closes behind him.

Taken out of a fight. Again.

Time for a drink.

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[senator-queen.livejournal.com]

Padme enters quietly, paper in hand as she scans the room.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg wanders in from outside. Tired, coffee, etc, you know the drill.*

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val comes running in from the House of Arch, a long, flowingly green dress on, her hair wrapped up, and a torn green cloak on top of it all. There is a determined set to her eyes as she walks over to the bar, and puts three papers on it. "Bar, can you make sure these get to Luke and Anakin, please? I don't know how long I'll be gone. Hopefully it won't be long." She takes a deep breath, and walks to the door. squinching her eyes shut and opens the door, stepping out of the bar.

( Letter to Luke )

( Letters to Anakin )

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[rob-anybody.livejournal.com]

A stool shifts slightly. That's pretty much all that happens. Just a slight shifting across the wooden floor, as if something climbed up it, and then a small, gruff voice says, "Whiskey, ya' scuggan!"

Rob Anybody doesn't trust anything he can't see, but that won't stop him getting whiskey anyway.

He adds, "Verra' verra' strong whiskey!"

A glass appears, full of brown liquid--a tiny, tiny shot glass.

"Bigger!"

The glass grows larger, but still isn't normal size.

"Bigger!"

Now it's a normal size glass. The Feegle should be appeased...

"Bigger!"

The glass gets bigger, and then the whiskey disappears. Like that.

"More whiskey!" And it goes on...

Interact if you dare.

(no subject)

[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

(Outfit 5)

She glides downstairs, Mr. Q on her shoulder.

(no subject)

[frankie-frankie.livejournal.com]

Enter Frankie.

For the record, he has not been eating cookies.

Where the hell am I?

[rb-riddick.livejournal.com]

*The bar doors FLY open and slam into the walls. A very large, very muscular man comes flying through the now open doors. He's sweaty with a black tank-top on and black cloth on his hands where they have been scrapped and scratched. He has open wounds on his chest and side, deep enough to need stiches. He lands on the floor with a loud 'CRASH', somehow missing every table and chair in the room. No damage is done to the floor either. He has a pair of goggles sitting on top of his head and a shotgun in his hands. It's chamber is empty though, signifying that he's shot something, somewhere.

As he is laying on the floor he wonders if the beast has been killed or if it is going to follow him through the doors. He opens his eyes to look but he's blinded the bright light. Immediately his empty hand reaches for the goggles on his head and pulls them down over his eyes. Then he thinks, 'how in the hell is there any light? I turned off all the generators?' He looks around the room to see hundreds of faces staring at him in dismay. He then wonders where he is.

To himself: 'Where am I, how did I get here, and who are these people?'

He gets up, turns around, notices a bar at the other side of the room and walks over. He sits down and puts the shotgun in front of him. He keeps his back to the wall and just looks aorund, waiting for the creature that was chasing him to come through the doors he just flew through himself.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim come sin from outside, idly shuffling his almost completed deck. thats right, he's finished the Lightsabers. Means only Mugs to go. whoo-hoo! He finds himself a seat in his usual spot, eyeing the room for potential complications.*

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[talented-biter.livejournal.com]

Sunny's alarm goes off as Rob tries to take her.

Milliways is probably filled with the sound.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael...wanders in. With his violin. Looking distinctly amused.*

(no subject)

[redeemed-one.livejournal.com]

He just came to get dinner. That was all. But when he asked the bar for a bowl of stew, he got two notes with it.

He reads the first and all color drains from his face. She's gone. It's all your fault, she's gone. He tries to clear his head. She'll be back. She promised.

The second note he only scans. It doesn't matter. He moves off to a booth and sits, staring at his stew. She promised. But what if she can't come back? What if the bar won't let her? Or she gets hurt there? Or killed? With every thought he curls more into himself. What if she doesn't want me, because she has my younger self there? Will she stay there because of him me and never come back here?

He runs through every calming exercise he knows. She promised. She promised. She wouldn't break a promise. I hope. I can't lose her twice.

He eats his stew with trembling hands.

(no subject)

[pjpettigrew.livejournal.com]

Peter is in the bar, relaxing with coffee, turkey pot pie and a counterful of books, all of which he appears to be reading at once. His crystal case is, as usual, at his feet. He looks happy.

(no subject)

[true_desire]

After briefly getting up from a conversation with the children, Desire heads over to the bar.

The Endless is in need of a drink.

(no subject)

[prydeful]

Kitty enters, and seeing Jack Sparrow, goes to see him.

(no subject)

[dr-sexy.livejournal.com]

*Christian comes strolling into the bar with a smile on his face. He finds an empty table, sits down and leans back in his chair, just relaxing.*

(no subject)

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

*Brian wanders in singing about a paint chart. Or something about a certain shade of green, in any case*

^ Bob and Mister return ^

[wizard_dresden]

[ooc: OOM - milli-timed back to the night of Val's Speaking - Bob's return to Chicago.]

* RtJ - ep #103 *

[angus_macgyver]

MacGyver enters from the lake, looking at some things in his hands - several branches, rocks, flat stones, large strips of bark - and makes his way to a table to sit, the items on the table in front of him. He starts to arrange them and tape pieces together with strips of duct tape.

(no subject)

[senator-queen.livejournal.com]

Padme's back, Val in tow.

That was quick.

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[is_a_boy.livejournal.com]

---
Blaise sits in a booth. No tea. No book. No nothing. He's just sitting there, seemingly staring into space.

How odd.

Someday she'll listen to Davan.

[pee-jee.livejournal.com]

PeeJee is fresh from GoblinCon. She probably won't be willing to do more than hiss about gamers tonight, but she is In The Bar, and that is what's important. She drops enough cash on the bar to make a significant dent in her tab-- and before she can look around for a bartender, it vanishes into the bar's surface.

Cool.

She smiles weakly. "Could you give me a beer if Kitt's around tonight, or a whole mess o' tequila if he's not?"

A very cold beer appears. "That already makes me feel better." She glances around to see if he's in the bar-- nope, so he must be outside with Karr. Well, beer first, and then she will consider peeking outside to see if their brotherly time can stand a girlfriend or not.

But really, beer first.

(no subject)

[i-slay-too.livejournal.com]

Abigail is down on the bar, relatively unarmed. To the observer she is wholly unarmed, but she knows differently. El would know differently too. She takes a seat at the bar, ordering a beer.

(no subject)

[lorelaivictoria.livejournal.com]

Now appearing in a bar near you, for a limited time only, it's Lorelai!



Feeling especially dramatic today, she wanders over to the bar dramatically and orders a very dramatic martini. You ask yourself how this is different from any other day and she simply smiles. Come talk to her. You know you thinks she's cute.

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Enter a very tired-looking gunslinger.

He's left the Whitman upstairs tonight. He's got a notebook with him instead, and a leaky fountain pen.

Roland sits at the bar, drinks coffee, and idly scratches some things down from time to time.

(no subject)

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

After this the dragon slayer, the evil sorcerer, and the rescued pirate prince enter the bar. Tom is with them.

Arithon (aka 'evil sorcerer') is carrying Ingress (which is to say 'dragon slayer'), and makes his way to the bar before setting her down;

"Find a table, e'dal? Thank you. Lady Bar, a hot cider, a hot chocolate, and two hot buttered rums. Thank you."

Gold spills onto the table, and he collects the tray and joins the others.

(no subject)

[warsgod.livejournal.com]

*Ares enters, pulling in hatred and anger with him, but it dies to the floor the moment he walks inside. He knows the rules. He walks over and sits at the bar. He pulls out a cigarette and orders a scotch on the rocks. He smokes and drinks*

(no subject)

[grene-gome.livejournal.com]

A tall man, all green but with golden eyes, rides a fine green horse through the lake door. Golden bells on his saddle ring, soft and high. In his left hand he carries a holly branch, and in his right a huge axe. He does not dismount.

The Green Knight's voice booms over the tinkling bells. "I hear that knights of great renown, wise and worthy, have come to Milliways."

He looks down from his horse in faint scorn.

[OOC: Prearranged plot. Everyone's welcome in thread, but please don't take up the challenge unless you knew about it already. Also, warning for mod-approved violence. Questions? Ping AIM: ravenboy 1976.]

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*What is an entrance post? In many cases, it serves as an advancement to plot, but what to those who largely use it to announce the character's entrance, and let the plot move as it will? Those entrance posts tend to be utilitarian, the minimum needed to produce potential threads. These could be percieved as an indicator of the mun's writing ability, to entertain and attempt to draw more to it, a purpose similar to that of a peacock's tail. This causes undue pressure on those who have done entrance posts on a near-nightly basis for months at a time, creativity lessened over the weeks and constant deadlines.

Regardless, Snow has entered through the painting portal with the twins. She heads to the bar, retrieves dinner, and they go to the usual booth.*

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val's at the end of the bar, the -far- end, over by the end where no one usually sits. You know the place. She's nursing a mug of what looks suspiciously like Corellian ale. Must be a Skywalker thing. She has a ripped green cloak around her, hood pulled up over her head. For once, she has no book, no laptop, no pile of papers. She's just -there-. Odd, really.

(no subject)

[bandaid-polexia.livejournal.com]

*Polexia wanders downstairs and sits at the bar*

(no subject)

[turnipman.livejournal.com]

Baldrick emerges from the staff quarters, carrying a suspiciously large barrel.

He places it next to the bar, along with two pint glasses, and orders two portions of mixed nuts.

(no subject)

[seeking-bucho.livejournal.com]

The mariachi walks downstairs with his guitar in his hand. Now that his hand is whole, he's itching to find a corner in which to play guitar.

(no subject)

[girl-of-gray.livejournal.com]

After talking to Riddick, Chiana sits at the bar, still drinking her beer.

This is to make up for jumping into a thread without an post, just because her mun is being nice.

(no subject)

[to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com]

A beautiful short blonde woman is in the bar.

She's not the one Charlie's looking for.

But that's okay, really, because he's not downstairs anyway, right?

In the Staff Quarters

[clumsy_auror]

*Tonks walks down the darkened hallway, letting herself into Bernard's room. Shutting the door behind her, she turns to see Bernard, head down on the desk and fast asleep, crumpled up designs, tangled bits of wire, and colored pencils strewn everywhere.

She bites back a laugh and leans over him, putting a hand gently on the back of his neck*

Bernard?

(no subject)

[river_meimei]

The door opens, and two figures step through.

The first is a girl, small and slim and laughing, dark hair in tangled clouds around her. She wears tall combat boots with an incongrous floral skirt, a dark t-shirt, and a large shirt thrown over it that probably belongs to the young man following her. They have the look of siblings; he is taller and older, and his dress is as tidy as hers is ill-assorted.

She has one of his hands clutched in both of hers, and is pulling on it, laughingly urging him on; he is clearly bemused but going along with the game, grinning.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Alanna enters, sword at her side. Smiling, she takes a seat at the bar and turns to watch the crowd. She looks especially mischievous this evening.*

(no subject)

[foster-brother.livejournal.com]

*Kay's been in the bar.

Er, you just didn't see him! Really!*

(no subject)

[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

Out of Milliways

[ooc: warning for blood and biting]

(no subject)

[steadfastknight]

"Hello, Bar," said the AI.

With the arrival of the Semi in their little town, the locale of the latest mission, Kitt felt rather free to go to Milliways. And so he had. At the bar, he was working to button his coat up a little further, even as he placed Michael's credit card on the surface. "Could you be so kind as to provide me some good gloves, a scarf, and a snow-brush please?"

Obligingly, a pair of leather gloves, matching his jacket, appeared, and then a rich red scarf.

"Oh, those look wonderful, Bar, thank you," Kitt said as he tugged the gloves on, wrapping the scarf around where the collar didn't quite reach.

And then there was the snow brush, which even had an ice scraper on the opposite end. Kitt grinned. "And you read my mind. Thank you, Bar."

He picked up the credit card, replacing it in his wallet, and then the snow-brush. He had a brother to visit with, after all, and he knew how he hated having his windows obstructed. Ready and armed for the cold weather outside (for a change), Kitt headed outside. It was a big change from New Mexico.

(no subject)

[lochiel.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Out of Milliways from a few days ago.]

(no subject)

[moroccofor1year.livejournal.com]

*Penny wanders downstairs and to the bar. She orders a beer and sits*

(no subject)

[not_descending]

"Newt, love, what did you do with the --"

The voice is quickly followed by an Ame, in flannel pajama pants and sleeveless top, as well as an expression that switches quickly from preoccupation to a faint smile. "Well then."

She shrugs, and looks around for familiar faces.

(no subject)

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

After an ill-advised Sunday cider sampling session with Baldrick, and a nutty encounter with a certain pirate, Indiana Jones is thoroughly wasted.

Having ordered a refill of his snack, he leaves the home-brew barrel for now and sets off across the bar in search of more chaos... and his girlfriend. By sheer coincidence of his bleary vision focusing for a few seconds, he spots Hyde and utters a gleefully drunken cheer. "Yeahhhh! Hyde's here!"

"At the bar at the end of the university," he adds with a wise nod to any who may be watching.

There follows a tortuous trip across the stretch of bar between the frizzy-haired kid and himself, physically encountering several mysterious chairs and stools which just appear in his path. Thankfully he manages to keep his feet, and the integrity of the nut bowl contents remains sound.